Sports

Hundreds of eager women are in the shared black ledger the football players of the Jupiter Suns call The Playbook. But there’s only one that I want. The one marked unf*ckable.

Women fall to my feet as soon as I turn on the Jacob Maddox charm, and yet my new teammates don’t think I can get one woman into my bed? Pfft, they don’t know who they are dealing with.

The Playbook says she’s unconquerable, unobtainable, and off limits, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge before, and I’m not going to start now. One look will be all it takes for her to open up her legs. Lucia will be mine for a night, then forgotten about for the rest of the season. I’ll collect my winnings and concentrate on what really matters: getting my number one spot back!

But as soon as I get one addictive taste of Lucia Cortes the plan goes to shit… she’s a game changer. The play is busted and I’m scrambling to keep it together.

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat… f*ck, I can barely breathe without her. She’s slipping through my fingers and it only gets worse when I find out who she really is!

I don’t have a chance in hell of keeping her, but I’ll risk everything to make her mine.

Damon Holden hit me with his car. The gorgeous fool was drunk. So I did what any obsessed fan would’ve. I kidnapped him.

After I first got over the shock that it was truly him; dreamy and delicious behind those mirrored shades, it was obvious what I had to do. I shoved him in my car, slammed the door, and drove away.

As I zoomed around the streets of Paris, beside me dozing was the one and only bad boy tennis superstar. And, I know what you’re thinking: of course I activated the child-locks so he couldn’t fall out or escape!

My hands were shaking and my heart was racing. It was crazy, I must’ve lost my ever-loving mind, but I didn’t dare turn back.

There was only one problem. I didn’t plan it, it just happened. I was supposed to be relaxing on vacation! What on earth was I going to do once I got him back to my apartment? Keep him? Handcuff him to the bed and have my wicked way with him?

I wish…

But a small, very naughty, voice inside my head was telling me to do just that.

On the field, the superstar quarterback is a decisive machine, off the field he’s a total playboy. Everyone was shocked—including me—when he got engaged, but the media is going to have a field day once they hear how he chose to ditch his bride!

It was supposed to be the wedding of the decade, but now he’s destroyed my career and my reputation. Who’s going to hire a wedding planner who ended up on honeymoon with the groom?

The bastard has got his sights set on me. I just need to survive two more scorching weeks in paradise without letting him win me over.

Easy, right?

If I can ignore his panty-melting smile and his lickable glistening abs, I’ll be fine. And I’ll just have to pretend not to notice the way he looks at me, or his oh so very luscious tight-end.